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The praise of joy is often put to rhyme,
but I'd get sick of days with only light.
The songs I love are those that make me cry,
the days are meaningless without the night.
Some days it is a battle to get dressed,
but the sun shines brighter after thunderstorms.
I've always had to fight for happiness,
and I appreciate it all the more.
Even on days when it seems hard to live,
those days where I don't have the strength to try,
because I'm sad, I have more joy to give,
and without sadness, I wouldn't feel alive.